"Jeezus that thing was angry. Daina? I'm out of the hospital."
Issac Clarke brought his hand up to his ear as he started forward, distancing himself from the lifeless behemoth's corpse. It had already been thirty-four minutes since he woke up from his slumber. When he had escaped from the nightmarish massacre that had plagued the Ishimura three years ago, he had thought he escaped the nightmare for good. And yet, it somehow found its back to his front door. It was happening all over again.
"Okay, the tram station is just beyond the apartment blocks."
"Hang on. I need more answers. How long have I been here?" Issac asked.
"Three years," Daina replied via radio, "Tiedemann found you floating in space near Aegis VII and brought you here for study."
"Why can't I remember anything?" Inquired Issac.
"The Marker you found imprinted your brain with a self-replicating signal. The longer you're awake, the more the signal spreads. It's killing you Isaac. Tiedemann tried to keep it in check with memory suppressants." Daina explained.
"You said you could fix it, right?"
"Only if you reach me in time. Tram Station. Get moving."
Issac nodded and proceeded to round another corner before entering through a door. He walked slowly, hearing none but his metal boots clanking against the floor. He stared at an empty juice box laying on the table, then the small monitor to his left, to the fog lingering in the upper corner of the room. He stepped towards a vent and pressed his palm flat against it. As soon as his palm touched the cold, white surface, the vent's door pulled up, allowing Issac to crawl through.
He began crawling forward then rounded the corner, approaching the vent's exit. He climbed himself out into what appeared to be another room. A station stood five feet away from him and an upgrade bench was situated to the room's left side. But none of them weren't what made Issac pause. He saw them in an instant the moment he turned around.
Through the glass window, Issac saw a group of silhouettes. They seemed to be conversing about something. Issac took four steps closer for a better view of the figures, while keeping himself hidden in the shadows. He peaked around the side window and observed the figures silently.
Issac paused.
Are those… kids?
Issac blinked. Now that he can see them better, yes, those are definitely kids. A group of girls in fact, who looked to be in their teens. One girl in the center was short with a curvy figure, fair skin, and auburn hair with eyes that match in color. She had perpetual pink blush on her cheeks, and her eyes are unnaturally large and round with thick upper lashes, two more extended and more prominent ones on either side and fewer but more individually pronounced lower lashes. Her hair is shoulder-length with short bangs, and the style is bobbed with two long strands framing her face.
She donned a full-body black suit with a pale pink design down the middle of her torso, topped with two black semi-spheres on her chest, pink stripes starting at her midsection, a deep pink choker, and two-toned pink sleeves with cuffs. She also donned matching pale and deep pink colored accessories, including round arm gauntlets with four raised openings, chunky, knee-high boots, and a round belt with no center. She wore a matching headgear that completed her appearance.
The tall girl next to her had a mature physique. Her long black hair generally tied into a spiky ponytail with a large strand hanging on the right side of her face. Her eyes are big yet sharp, dark in color, and paired with short eyebrows. She donned a high-collared, sleeveless crimson leotard with silver lines at her waist and around her arms, exposing her skin from her neck to just below her navel. She sports calf-length red boots with heels, which dip sharply down in the center, two gold utility belts around her waist, and another thinner one around the top of her chest, below her shoulders.
Another girl behind the tall one stood of medium height, possibly set a little more broadly than some of her female friends. Her skin is a light shade of pink, and she has somewhat square-shaped eyes with black sclerae and yellow irises and long eyelashes below and around the sides of her eyes. Her face is framed by short fluffy, unruly pink hair slightly darker than her skin. Two thin, pale yellow horns protrude from her head, hooked squarely and leaning diagonally to opposite sides.
She wore a plain white mask over her eyes, with a purple and turquoise skin-tight bodysuit with a camouflage pattern, ending just above her breasts. Over this, she wears a cropped, sleeveless, tan-colored waistcoat with white fur along its collar, which she leaves unbuttoned. She wears custom made plum violet and beige acid-proof boots with holes in the soles, allowing her to secrete acid from her feet to slide around.
The other individual, who stood before the pink cheeks girl, was an odd one to look at. The girl was short of a relatively slender build and has notably large hands. Her appearance is rather frog-like; her mouth was wide, which dips down a little in the middle just like a common frog, and oval-shaped eyes with large, black irises, their lower eyelashes visibly pronounced. Her frog-like traits are the least pronounced. She also demonstrates some frog-like mannerisms, such as holding herself in a way that is somewhat connotative of a frog.
Her hair is a dark sea-green color and is very long, reaching to her waist with the ends tied together at the bottom in a large bow of hair. Two shoulder-length clumps framed her face and shorter bangs between her eyes, some partially swept to each side.
She donned a bright green turtleneck bodysuit. Tan-colored gloves with large buckles on each wrist guard, and two matching belts, one above her breasts. A strap at either side going around her shoulders, and one around her waist, little green dots embedded into it all the way around. Two black lines run down her suit, each framed with yellow, and she wears tight black boots with markings in the shape of a "V" on her thighs and green webbed flippers resembling frogs' toes on her feet. She wears a headband with a color matching that of her gloves and goggles with dark green-tinted lenses attached on either side.
A petite, fair-skinned girl stood next to her female frog friend. She had a slender build. Her onyx eyes were triangular with notably long lower eyelashes and small eyebrows. Her dark-purple hair is chin length, with an asymmetrical fringe that has two reflections shaped like heartbeat monitor waves on either side. Her most prominent features are the flexible, plug-like earphone jacks hanging from each of her earlobes; they act like extra limbs that Issac noticed quickly.
She wore a black leather jacket, long salmon-colored shirt with several rips at the collar and hem, black pants, and boots with stereos built into their shafts. She adorned two small, triangular red paint marks just below her eyes, a plain black choker, and white fingerless gloves.
The last individual among the girls was hard for Issac to discern apart from the rest. Their body was invisible, save for the light blue gloves decorated by pale pink lines and light brownish-gray lace-up shoes. Issac couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, even now his eyes hadn't left the invisible girl. But what bewildered him the most was not just the suits they were wearing but rather that neither of them had rigs on their backs.
Issac stood upright and inhaled deeply, exhaling through pursed lips, and walked towards the door. The door slid upward with a metallic hiss, alarming the girls and turning their gaze towards Isaac. Issac stood before the girls, they watched him with cautious expressions on their faces. Neither spoke a word.
"Uh… hi." Issac greeted, waving his hand.
The girl with pink cheeks tilted their head with a puzzled expression. The girls behind her blinked at Issac with bewilderment. Issac saw this and raised a brow.
It was then that he quickly realized: they can't understand him.
Issac rubbed the back of his nape. He was afraid of finding himself in a situation like this. Language barriers were an issue when dealing with people who don't speak the common language. If he could speak their language, he was sure he would've been able to communicate better. He shook his head at his stupidity and smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.
Issac blinked. He saw a pack of crayons and paper sprawled about on the ground near his feet. An idea immediately came to his mind. He scooped up the items, held one crayon in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other. He began scribbling down words before showing the paper to the girls.
The girls stepped up to look at the paper, getting a chance to read what was written in Issac's scribbled words:
Issac Clarke
"I'm Issac." He started while patting his chest.
The girl with pinks cheeks looked back at Issac and pointed at him.
"Clarke…Issac?" She repeated.
He nodded. "Yea. That's my name."
Issac handed the girl both the crayon and paper. The girl took it while passing down the few other papers to the others while also handing them their own crayons. Issac watched as they scribbled down words. He then leaned against the wall, waiting for the others to finish. When the girls finished writing down words, they showed Issac the notes.
Issac stepped up to them, his eyes darting from each name written in crayon one by one:
Ochaco Uraraka
Tsuyu Asui
Momo Yaoyorozu
Mina Ashido
Toru Hagakure
Kyoka Jiro
Issac hummed to himself while staring at names. He glanced over to the group of girls before redirecting his attention back to the papers. Issac's lips parted, as to say something, until he heard a familiar snarl from behind the girls.
Uraraka and her friends looked over their shoulders and saw a slasher sprinting fast towards them. Yaoyorozu screamed as she retreated backwards in time when the creature swung its left talon and nearly slashed her arm open. By pure instinct, Issac dodged through the girls and aimed his plasma cutter at the slasher.
First shot of energy cut through its legs, it hit the floor face first. Issac shot its elongated arms, and finally its head. It shrieked in agony before its life expired. Silence enveloped the room after it died.
Issac turned his gaze to Yaoyorozu. Yaoyorozu placed her hand over her beating heart and exhaled. The other girls emulated her actions as well. Yayoyorozu looked back at Issac and smiled.
"Arigatō." Yaoyorozu said.
Though Issac couldn't speak the tall girl's language, he assumed that she was thanking him for saving her life. Issac responded with a nod. Suddenly, Issac and the girls were startled by buzzing static filling the air, directing their gaze towards three broken monitors nearby. Issac started towards it while the girls trailed behind him. Appearing on the three monitors was a balding black man with a blank expression.
"This is Director Tiedemann," the black man known as Tiedeman started. "A station-wide emergency is in effect. In accordance with Titan Station Civic Code, I am declaring martial law. All citizens are ordered to evacuate. Looters will be shot on sight. This is not a drill. Move immediately to the nearest evac route."
The message looped over and over again even when Issac turned away started forward. The girls followed him, while cautiously twitching their heads from side to side in search of any more threats. As they reached the door, they began to detect muffled noises behind said door.
Behind the steel door, Issac and the girls can hear a chorus of frantic high pitch screams.
Hans Tiedeman observed with great admiration the towering marker, which pulsated with energy in its majestic display. It is with immense satisfaction that he announced to his staff and people the completion of this ancient alien artifact, after three long years of construction. It now stands proudly and mightily, its surface emitting a faint yellow glow, showcasing its glory and brilliance.
Hans finds himself in awe of this monument, which serves as a testament to my accomplishment. The mere existence of such an ancient artifact in the deepest depths of space is truly remarkable. He vividly recalls the years of effort dedicated to its construction, as his team and he spent months meticulously designing, building, and installing every component.
After years of preparation, the device had finally come together.
And they wouldn't have gone this far if not for the information they received from their subject:
Issac Clarke
Hans's eyes narrowed. He was aware that Issac had the potential to cause trouble right from the beginning, but the esteemed experts assured him of his indispensability. They claimed that Issac possessed the purest intellect, and Hans dedicated years to meticulously examining his deranged mind. Had the board promptly dismissed him once they had gathered all the necessary information, there would have been significantly less disruption to their operations. Presently, he is aimlessly wandering about their facility, engaging in activities unknown to them.
Hans chuckled while closing his eyes. He shouldn't be worrying too much. Even if he tries to find a way to reach the government sector, he wouldn't get too far. Not with all the Necromorphs blocking his way. Those creatures would take their time with him; they'll slaughter him before he even takes another step.
Hans looked over his shoulder, and saw a security guard exiting out of the elevator. The guard marched towards him before stopping in his tracks then quickly saluted him. Hans nodded at the security guard, silently giving him permission to give out his report.
"Director Tiedemen, we have evacuated as much as we can," the security guard reported in a solemn tone. Hans gave him a curt nod. The security guard continued, "Some of the survivors managed to escape safely; the rest, however, were not so fortunate. The number of Necromorhs are increasing with each passing second and my men and I barely got out with our lives from a horde of those things. But besides that, we managed to make it back alive, although we unfortunately lost four men on our way here."
"We sealed the door shut from behind us, now nobody would be able to get in or out of the station. The progress is a bit slow but the scientists are getting closer and closer to understanding the marker. As for Issac Clarke, he is still on the run but we'll continue to keep an eye on him through the security cams."
"Good." Hans acknowledged. His eyes then flickered to the security guards stationed outside. "I assume you have already informed your teams regarding phase two of our plan?"
"Yes sir. They're waiting to receive further instructions from you soon."
"Very good. Keep watch on Clarke for me. You may go."
The security guard hesitated a moment. Han's brow creased before he turned to the security guard. "Well? What is it?"
The guard met Han's gaze.
"Actually, there's something else you should know."
A/N: And there you have it, Issac has met the girls of Class 1A. Next chapter will feature him meeting Izuku and the rest of the students whom Issac will find friendship in them, not sure about Bakugou though lol. But just as I had established from the last chapters, these said chapters will be short, just to make it easier for me to publish. With that out of the fray, I'll be taking my leave! See you in the next chapter, young readers!
